charonliza
flushed cherry cheeks billow round from chill & our sparrow legs twitch in the stormy atmosphere this drenched night when we wash ourselves feverishly down the stormdrain
old rotted ink tasted like a sour plum when I raged at midnight over the haunting of decomposed publicity
unicycle bubblist weather squinks oranges and fruit loops into the toucan zenith simply on my whimsical whim
cantaloupe lips pop squirt citrus lemons all over my evening dress and the tiger eyes of exotic evening squint like contempt and birds flee squawk over the horizon this summer
ferns and weeds tangling up bristle fingertips gliding on the dense web moss of the goat path winding like spiral eyes up the mountains with love and sorrow in its wake